You are more than the schedule.

More than the ranking.

More than the weight of staying relevant.

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They see the court.
They never see the calendar.

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Week after week. City after city.
A different room. A different time zone.

The same silence waiting when you get back.

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You carry it all — the gear, the rituals, the pressure.

Even the calls you sometimes let ring out.

Because home continues without you.
And you’re still out here — chasing something
you’re not even sure you believe in anymore.

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This isn’t about form or performance.
It’s about the version of you
that walks through the hotel room at 1:17am
and doesn’t say a word.

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This mirror was built for you.
The one they never see.

The final return is not to the court. It’s to yourself.